lend me a walking stick and i’ll lean on it
and i’ll walk on out through the snowbound yard
past the neighbours on the lawn, drinking last year out
i’ll leave this town, cut the year off clean
cauterized by leaving, sick and tired of living last year
roll out the tarmac and baptize the aircraft ‘escape and loss’
and push me off
the cold can bleach us out and freeze our doubt
so all that you knew becomes muffled and mute
i’m done with this all this standing stiff
when i move my mouth only snow comes out
euthanized by whiteness but i’ll arise, despite this last year
so roll out the tarmac and baptize the aircraft ‘escape and loss’
and push me off
should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?
for auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
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Appears on A Cup Of Kindness Yet, available on CD / LP / Digital in the store.
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